09-21-2016, 07:38 PM
Jensen made it through ticketing, declining to check any luggage. He only had the one small bag and it would fit in the plane cubbies fine. He wasn't intending on staying long in Dallas, and he had a room full of belongings back at Doulou's. He just needed to be in Dallas long enough to see Jessika and talk things over in person. He'd make her understand then. Otherwise, she was liable to have him kidnapped and brought back to US soil. She would never give up once she had her mind on something.
The airport was busy despite the late hour. Moscow never sleeps. Jensen wandered the terminal, vaguely looking over souvenirs, and thought better of himself before buying a figurine of St. Basil's. His family would not want to memorialize this trip. Oh look children, a present from when your father ran out on you. He replaced the figurine and went in search of dinner, having skipped his own.
He ate a hamburger and fries in a restaurant with the majority of people surrounding him drinking and silently watching the tv's. "I was there."
Jensen said, texan drawl thick with introspection, pointing at the screen when the man next to him mumbled under his breath about miracles.
"What was it like?"
Jensen thought better of himself, again, before describing what it felt like. "Incredible. Like I was watching a movie and these were special effects. But I felt the ground move under my feet. You could hear the granite puddle and seep. It cast a shadow on the heads of people beneath. It would make your blood chill."
The man next to him shook his head in near disbelief, but when Jensen thought he was going to drown his awe in the shot of vodka waiting on his table, he surprisingly did the opposite. He lifted the shot high and proclaimed a cheer, "Ascendancy. The center of the world." He slurped the the edge of the tiny glass and gave Jensen an appreciative nod. "I wish I had time to go by today, but the crowds were too thick, even with a flight at two A.M."
Jensen nodded his understanding, and spent the next half hour describing the experience of being there. He soon found himself surrounded by a captive audience as his tale became more and more descriptive. It was like he was at the pulpit again. He stayed there long after the food went cold, until it was time to board.
He was in line at the gate when a quiet voice spoke his name. He turned and his heart lept in his throat. Ivan! He blinked, taking a few moments to comprehend the request. What was Ivan doing here? He wanted Jensen, specifically? To heal someone? Jensen shook his head no even as he shuffled out of the line.
He looked back over his shoulder as the gate became smaller and smaller. Jessika was going to be furious. "Alright. I'll come. But you have to give my wife the bad news."
He chanced a smile, slightly relieved by the turn of events, even if it was at the cost of another.
Ivan led him outside. Funny how leaving an airport was infinitely faster than getting inside one. When the officer's car came into view, lights still flaring their signal, Jensen's brows rose. It must be quite the emergency. How did Ivan find him, anyway? He almost asked, but chillingly decided against it. He didn't want to know.
The airport was busy despite the late hour. Moscow never sleeps. Jensen wandered the terminal, vaguely looking over souvenirs, and thought better of himself before buying a figurine of St. Basil's. His family would not want to memorialize this trip. Oh look children, a present from when your father ran out on you. He replaced the figurine and went in search of dinner, having skipped his own.
He ate a hamburger and fries in a restaurant with the majority of people surrounding him drinking and silently watching the tv's. "I was there."
Jensen said, texan drawl thick with introspection, pointing at the screen when the man next to him mumbled under his breath about miracles.
"What was it like?"
Jensen thought better of himself, again, before describing what it felt like. "Incredible. Like I was watching a movie and these were special effects. But I felt the ground move under my feet. You could hear the granite puddle and seep. It cast a shadow on the heads of people beneath. It would make your blood chill."
The man next to him shook his head in near disbelief, but when Jensen thought he was going to drown his awe in the shot of vodka waiting on his table, he surprisingly did the opposite. He lifted the shot high and proclaimed a cheer, "Ascendancy. The center of the world." He slurped the the edge of the tiny glass and gave Jensen an appreciative nod. "I wish I had time to go by today, but the crowds were too thick, even with a flight at two A.M."
Jensen nodded his understanding, and spent the next half hour describing the experience of being there. He soon found himself surrounded by a captive audience as his tale became more and more descriptive. It was like he was at the pulpit again. He stayed there long after the food went cold, until it was time to board.
He was in line at the gate when a quiet voice spoke his name. He turned and his heart lept in his throat. Ivan! He blinked, taking a few moments to comprehend the request. What was Ivan doing here? He wanted Jensen, specifically? To heal someone? Jensen shook his head no even as he shuffled out of the line.
He looked back over his shoulder as the gate became smaller and smaller. Jessika was going to be furious. "Alright. I'll come. But you have to give my wife the bad news."
He chanced a smile, slightly relieved by the turn of events, even if it was at the cost of another.
Ivan led him outside. Funny how leaving an airport was infinitely faster than getting inside one. When the officer's car came into view, lights still flaring their signal, Jensen's brows rose. It must be quite the emergency. How did Ivan find him, anyway? He almost asked, but chillingly decided against it. He didn't want to know.